This poem was first published on Medium.
Warning: This poem talks about death, including child death, and
graveyards.
Honestly, I have no idea what corner of my brain this
came from.
😅
Sweet Decay
‘Just like a crow chasing the butterfly
dandelions lost in the summer sky’
— Shinedown, The Crow And The Butterfly
Gravestones
big as doors
line the paths;
Bearing the names
of children
long past
The smell of grass,
the buzz of bees
and sweet decay
beneath the trees
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